Heal The World

Make It A Better Place

For You And For Me and The Entire Human Race

by eliminating stupid Taiwanese drama serials!

they are retarded, delivering false hopes to young minds and corrupting those who watch them!

if you know someone, a friend or a family member who is doing this,

1) Punch him/her directly on the eyes

2) Destroy the TV/Ipod/PSP/Computer with a hammer/flamethrower/zanpakuto/portable hairdryer/any other things that can be utilised as weapons

3) Immediately burn the remnants and stuff it into some hole you see.

4)Pick the person up, perform any harmful actions to any part of his/her body. ( yesyes have fun)

5) Repeat Step 4 ten times

6)Interrogate the person on why they are trying to commit suicide by watching meaningless flashes of light

7) If they reply that its just for fun, punch him/her

If they reply that its nice to watch, slap his/her face

Any other acceptable answers with substinent retorts will earn a full castration/ligation

8) Send that person to the nearest rehabilitation centre you can find

9)Instill this very helpful instructions into that person to carry of The Cleansing.

Save the Drama-Addicted Retards, Save The World.

this poem depicts today rather accurately.

"she caresses my face tightly

leaving her handmark on my face.

as i my eyes overflow with tears

her insulting words pierce my heart

like an arrow

eradicating all the confidence i have left

she bangs the door and exits the room

and her face appears in my head

her warm smile and neverending gift of presents

hiding a vile and vicious force in her

waiting to be unleashed.

eyes

red and puffy

i take out a sharp penknife

and slit my wrists

trying to clear her

blood that runs in my veins.

her words on

how i have failed her

how i have dishonored her

reverberate throughout the room

as i remain captive within these four walls

the only place i have ever been and known

a living hell.

sounds of footsteps echo and the door opens

and i know i am vindicated once again.

by the woman who has given life to me"

Anonymous from the Internet

How touching.

Quattad

I got 5th in class.

Average of 69.8.

Many people have praised me.

But i dont feel any satisfaction from these results.

I don't know why.

Examinations dont feel very meaningful.

And some subjects can't even be utilized at all in real life.

Reality is totally different from schoolwork and papers.

So what if you are 1st in class but no one talks to you, no one pays attention to you, and you feel all alone, with no guidence or help or whatsoever.

Its no use.

Singapore's like that.

Study is priority first.

But we have to see beyond this shaded veil.

Whats the point of studying so hard when it cant be used at all.

They should make us study more useful subjects.

Like coping with insults from others.

We continue to engulf and overwhelm over brain with theories and formulas while children are out there dying of AIDS, earthquakes happening at unpredicted times, tornadoes forming out of nowhere, and dead bodies stuck in cryogenic ice chambers for maybe a few hundred years.

And after so long, death is still decapicitating the souls of innocent ones.

Millions of years after, humans are still awestruck at this most deadly enemy.

The most obvious one.

And the most unavoidable one.

Still,despite technological advancements and medical miracles, terminal diseases still swarm over thousands of people, setting a countdown in their bodies.

Help is needed here.

And all we are doing is writing on deforested homes of many different lifeforms.

Most intelligent organisms, but most unhelpful and inhuman.

Destroy, Disaccate, Dismember.

Quattad.

homework homework homework LOKE and more homework.

are holidays really holidays, or did teachers make them to give us false hopes and in turn fling at us more test papers and revision notes?

they never give us a chance to rest, driving us like slaves and burying us in a ton of assessment sheets.

even if the homework is totally of no use in our daily lives.

as jonan quotes, " why do i have to learn algebra? its not like im gona use algebra, algepanties or alg-strings at work."

humorous but fully true.

recently, we have been given a booklet to write 500 words from some porn videos that each of us had received in our thumbdrives and to explain and cum up with a sentance for each and every phrase by Loke.

lol ok sorry from BBC's website.

my greatest innermost condolences to those who have failed english, have fun with the 750 words.

well, what could be more educational than choking us with this vast piece of nonsensical meaning?

except that it doesn't really help us in our homes, work, elections or brothels.

take this scene for example.

Whore:" Oh, you're being too rough!"

Student:"Aaaah, i haven't felt this great in so long!"

(makes relaxing and at the same time disturbing noises)

Whore:" how do you like me now?!"

Student:"pretty much, considering the suspense and anxiety created when your face is silhouetted in the darkness."

(immediately the previously continuous squelching sounds stops)

Whore:" what was that?"

Student:"oh nothing. just something i have learnt from my previous english class. well, as you can see, when you are hiding your face in the dark while giving me satisfaction, this heightens the scene's tension as there is a tinge of doubt and unknowingness in the background. at the same time, the foreground should also be submerged in shadows to give a greater impact on the eg reader/watcher/editor/sex addicts. also, words of a certain calibre must be used to eliminate
any feelings of unkemptness on the bed. to be able to achieve this kind of echelon, constant support must be ushered towards this area, and have i told you about..."

(door slams open and cries can be heard echoing along the corridor)

The Next Day

(student charges into staff room)

Student:" TEACHER! COME OUT!"

(a loud groaning sound emits from a table)

Teacher:" Yes, what the hell do you want?"

Student:" you told me that the phrases that i learnt during the holidays would make me cool and sexy!"

Teacher:" Indeed it does."

Student:" Then WHY DID THOSE PHRASES MAKE ME LOSE MY FIRST ONE NIGHT STAND?"

Teacher:" because it only sounds cool when i use it. and sexy when i am totally nude."

( cricket chirping in the background)

Student:" ok forget it. now you owe me another prostitute."

Teacher:" aaah, now thats an area where my help is most welcome."

Student:" really teacher? then where are we going tonight for some good old clean fun?"

Teacher:"my house. dont worry, im pure."

(Student stabs himself in the heart)

well, Praise the Lord for extra hell added into the lake of fire.

signing off, Quattad.



Im starting with the man in the mirror.

today usual day. nth much to talk about.

more importantly,

DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW TO PLAY VAN HALEN's BEAT IT GUITAR SOLO

ITS GODDAMNED CHIM AND DIFFICULT TO PLAY.

I CANT UNDERSTAND A SINGLE CRAP FROM THE TABS.

IF ANYONE KNOWS GO TO http://www.guitarmasta.net/j/jackson,_michael/263771.html

AND TEACH ME.

BEFORE I BEAT YOUR IT.

And maybe going to HWACHONG's Class Party.

Going to meet YY, ZX and the Horny Japanese Dragon.

Mass orgy in tents and chalets.

How Exciting.

Screw it i just remembered i havent filed my chinese file properly.

ALL L.C.S. fault.

Have a good time trying to pwn me. ( which you definitely wont)

Quattad

Got back every single subject results

English 55/100 C5 ( SHUT UP ITS ALL EDDIE's FAULT )

Maths 77/100 A1 ( stfu kenneth)

Chinese 51/100 C6(SUCK ON MY CHOCOLATE SALTY BALLS =D)

Science 82/100 A1( PWN3D pOw3r)

History 61/100 B4 ( eh 25% of the class failed )

Geography 82/100 A1 ( ok la i read maps better than Kenneth)

Literature 66/100 B3 ( EH 40% OF THE CLASS FAILED AT THIS OK )

Home Econs 79/100 A1 ( o yea 2 cups of semen and 2 egg whites)

OVERALL i think ok la.

I want 3ple Sciences so Science and Maths criteria cleared.

CHINESE AND ENGLISH SCREW.

Pure Geog is my choice, so can la.

Joel thinks i can get Top 10, and i hope i can.

I NEED A NEW ELECTRIC GUITAR FOR MORE MELODIOUS TAPPING.

dno why so many ppl cry. not like the end of their life like that mah.

People who have done badly, or have not done up to their expectations, continue to work hard, the whole class is right behind you to cheer you on.

People who have done well, keep up the good work, dont get cocky ( as someone likes to quote " AIYA THIS TERM SLACK ONE LA") and do your best to achieve your goal.

Phrase of the Week - あなたの母は髪. ( your mum no hair)(a na ta no okasan SOMETHING SOMETHING)

Signing off, Quattad

PS. Please go to Youtube and watch Bobby Lee. Its highly educational. ( for a special group of ppl right James XD)

its a despicable cycle. we do hurt to others who will in turn do worse things to us.

why do we harbour these various kinds of hatred for no apparent meaning?

what is the reason for being prejudiced against certain people for something they are not to be blamed of?

do you even know the pain when you insult someone, the depression they feel when they are shot in the heart by these piercing words?

the uncertain doubt of whether they are fit for their friends or not of a certain social calibur that everyone likes to hog to?

you may think you are of a very perfect form, whom has no faults or whatsoever?

sadly, you are the one who will be facing judgment in the end.

so what if we arent perfect? so what if we are different in size, height, race, social status, intelligence?

the true beauty is how you are wonderfully created, how nature has given you sight and sounds to experience the amazing miracles of the world.

so what if you are better looking than any one of us? once you have a black heart, those features will slowly be corroded, leaving you worse than those whom you have criticised.

take a good look at yourself in the mirror, and then talk to me about who is the one who should be forlorn and rejected by the world.

you know who you are.

went to watch Iron Man with James, Thaddeus and Jerome today.

they gave it a rating of PG Violence, but that isnt really suitable.

it should be on the advertisements CBKNNFCKYOU100 Extreme Violence Extreme Sexual Nudity Extreme Sexual Scenes Extreme Orgasmic Moments Extreme Nonsensical Change of Scenes Extremely Long Credits and I Dont Know How So Many Ratings Can Fit Onto The Small Print At The Bottom Of This Ad.

fine, Tony Stark talks with some chick from the press, i forgot for what. and all of a sudden, the scene changes into two of them having intense sex on a bed that looks like its going to collapse. i have heard of sex to sort out arguments, but this is a bit too rough. XD

considering the 9/11 incident, i know terrorists are kind of stupid to be blind enough to crash a plane right through the big WTC building, but at least they are smarter than the pilot who was in there. the terrorists in I.M. were like having a Happy Meal outside while Iron Man-Man and his good baldy friend were noisily constructing a gigantic robotic metal suit with over a thousand wires and screws and running on some nuclear power. how nice of the terrorists to give them such a quiet working environment. in the end Iron Man got out of the seemingly long cave by purely Pepsiman stunts. surely they hadnt thought of the hollow and small back of their dungeon leading to freedom.

im not joking when i say that the credits are longer than Farhan's penis erected. it nearly ran for over 10 minutes, with the accompaniment of some classical piece. very thoughtful of them to help bore us to sleep. and the ending of it was just some picture of a YOU-ga.

overall it was alright, but i would have liked to see more blood and killing in the movie. no one likes to see 2 hours of a man with an iron crotch screwing some whore on the streets ( ok la james i know its exceptional for you).

well, got to sleep.

Quattad

PS next time stop passing the stupid nachos around. now i have cheese all over my bag.

GAYPLESTORY IS FOR FAGGOTS!

and curse the stupid BBQ. couldnt get a single hotdog with more than 10 ppl having a mass orgy at the BBQ Pit.





YES JAMES WHAT NICE WORDS YOU HAVE PUT ON THE BACK OF MY BLOG

hello. firstly, let me apologise for the words at the back of my blog. yesyes i know its very funny to have such a beautiful description of a yellow sponge's underwear splattered across the webpage. this is due to the mistake of the very interesting individual as mentioned above. it will be rectified as soon as possible, so dont go crying over the minute corruption of my awe-inspiring online diary. do not worry, i know my insights are greatly required.( James, if you are reading this, thanks for yesterday, but for now, SCREW YOU! =D)

back to business.

tampered eggs, a lot of money, a waste of time, nonsensical instructions? no, im not talking about Kenneth's future Gynaecology Clinic. As Temasekians fully know, im referring to W.T. and her troupe of students' Singapore Amazing Race. Worksheets filled with stupid mix-arounds and Sudoku, eggs that were obviously not going to handle 4 hours of cross country-ing over the whole island of Singapore in your hand, pocket, bag, or other vague parts of the human anatomy ( which i wont be going into). Powered with the help of 320 students and the morning crowd cramming into a 6-7 metre long buses and the reminder that we had 5 lengthy stations to be completed within 2-2 1/2 hours ( travel time deducted), leaving no time for rest, food consumption or toilet breaks. now, that couldn't be so hard, could it?

STFU. You have no idea.

The first task was to fix a simple jigsaw puzzle. the only easy part of the event. however, pieces of the puzzle kept flying off the completed piece and there was a large flood of students messing around to show their "masterpiece" and to get their first clue. me and joel decided to step back to watch Kimberly, Minshuang and Co. try to force their way through the coagulation. after 5 years had passed, or 5 minutes of DJ Maxing, we got the worksheet and the goddamned egg. Wendy said these were personally bought to ensure that this event was enjoyable, but i sure as hell hope that the eggs were not her personal belongings. who knows what premarital trouble Joel could get into.

Looking at the screwed white particles moving around one another at the bus stop, we decided to head over to the previous bus stop, where we took 14 and were much to our dismay subjected to 10 minutes of hardcore groping and touching( i shall not delve into deeper descriptions). Took a train and reached our destination finally. Chinatown. What wonderful memories of our forefathers entering a shaded brothel and paying 10 dollars for a BJ. Had to find where the Trishaws are parked. Damn Raffles, because he chose such a nice and cosy corner to park over 50 of them, hidden behind chairs and storehouses and who knows what other things. In the end, we had to answer some History questions to the SC, but were instead reminisced of snorning on the table.

Following that, me and Joel opted to complete the optional quests (a fitting word for a player of Gayple Story)to earn an extra 40 marks at Changi Airport and Little India. During this tiring but funny ordeal, i learnt some things about him.

1. He finds being born as a girl better.
2. Takes pictures of unscenic actions of people and other nonsense.
3. Always suggests to ask a person for help, but doesn't ask himself. =D
4. Uses his handphone prepaid card like water ( perhaps due to the unstoppable calls of Kimberly and Minshuang and love messages to his GOOD FRIEND.)
5.Trains on DJ MAX everytime he sits down. ( srry, forced into his head by me)

We took the train back to Tanah Merah after getting a picture with an air stewardess ( again me being so enthusiastically volunteered by Joel). By that time, we had only 10 minutes left to get back to school and our team members were split up all around Singapore. Raj (self-proclaimed leader), Kimberly and Xiaoshi in Pasir Panjang, Minshuang( 13dian), SY and Jeremy in Kembangan. Regrouped, got back to school late and with a broken egg. ( above suggestion supported by us seeing W.T. getting a bit emotional at this point in time.)

But WTH, we had fun.

Another Food for Thought, Quattad.

hello. after years of repulsion from blogs, i have made an effort to overcome its stupidity, thus creating this blog. yes, feel free to cry out " omg singapore is winning the world cup soon"/"Paris Hilton will be known as a sane person after all". Thanks to Dildo007/James for creating this blog,really appreciate it.

today was a cancerous day, considering the 3 hour smoking talk and 2 hours of games. the aim of this activity was to persuade teenagers not to smoke by using various ways to abstain and to retrieve people from this.

effective? i think not.

take this scene for example:

TeenA : "hey, just heard your favourite Doujin-Moe comic has not been uploaded. Hard Luck."

TeenB : " yeah, now i have nothing to satisfy my innermost desires. my life has no more meaning..."

(gets ready to shove a PSP down his throat)

TeenA: "eheh, dont like that. comeon, here's a Marbolo Strawberry."

( stunned silence )

TeenB: " Impossible! Right from the KennethChoy Industries for Manufacture of Intimate Objects! HOW did you get it?"

( stuffs a wrapper of Sora Aoi's new Calendar Girl Covers into his pocket )

TeenA: " err... Internet?"

TeenB:'' thanks anyway. HEY!"

TeenA:''What?''

TeenB:" Got the Vanilla flavoured one?"

( chakra burns around TeenA)

TeenA:" STFU. Just smoke it"

TeenB:'' Fine. But what about the school's frequent naggings on cancer and other harmful substances in the cigarette? I dun wanna die too early. ( still a virgin)

TeenA:''Aiya, kanna or never kana cancer, in the end still die right? so just smoke la."

TeenB:" but still... my Dou..."

TeenA:" it gives you ten times the feeling of jacking off to Nikki Nova..."

TeenB:" lets do it."

well, so much for insubstinent screams for anti-nicotine campaigns.

Quattad

i'm just your typical forteen year old boy. adolescent, dealing with growing pains just as any other normal human teenager would. except what sets me apart is that i go by the name of glen and i am the supposed owner of this forsaken web page. i'm odd in the way that i have very frequent moodswings and i argue a lot with everyone - including my best friend, who's well, pretty much non-existant. so i guess i'm your typical, not-so-typical guy.
i'm just who i am. metro, a SNAG and the oh-so-annoying bitch. lazy, cranky, irritable and irritating in every way. just living out my life as normal as i possibly can. with friends that can hurt me to the core and enemies that surprise me. it's no wonder i keep this blog.